Story: "French Kiss"

Author: edwestwick (Ana)

Pairing: Chuck/Blair

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gossip Girl atau movie French Kiss.

Summary: After being left sejak her boyfriend Blair Waldorf goes to France to get him back. But what will happen when she meets not really honest guy who will not leave her alone? Based on the movie 'French kiss'.

Hi! Sorry it wasn't sooner but I was busy with Krismas and oneshots for my Secret Santa gifts =) Hope you'll like it and thanks for reviews on the last chapter!

Chuck bass thought he couldn't sit better. This woman was not only the most beautiful girl he has ever seen but she made his time on the plane lebih entertaining then some blonde flight assistant he would normally find. And if that's not enough she was perfect 'victim' like he liked to call it. He needed someone to complete his plan and no one would think anything bad about someone who looked perfect like her. She was fun to be with during flight for sure he decided after five minutes. Now they were going to take off and she was all panicked, holding her kerusi, tempat duduk that strong that her knuckles turned white.

'Oh, God. I don't think I can do this.' She berkata it like few hundreds times taking deep breaths. Well he will have to distract her.

'Did anda ever think that maybe it is not the airplane?'

'What's not the airplane?' She berkata annoyed.

'That maybe it is something else you're afraid of?' He asked raising his eyebrows.

'What are anda talking about?' She asked rolling her eyes. But at least she stopped holding the seat.

'Do I have to say it?'

'Will I be able to stop you?'

'Well, it is obvious to me, it's not the plane you're afraid of. I know your type.'

'What type is that?' She asked like she thought he wouldn't dare to replay.

'You're afraid to live. To really live.' He told her like it was obvious. Which it was for him.

'Oh, God.' She moaned with frustration.

'You are afraid of life. anda are afraid of love. anda are afraid of sex.' And he could help her with the last he was sure.

'That is ridiculous.' He just smirked at her.

'I can tell from looking at your face. And the way anda dress and your little white buttons all the way up there...' He continued trying to unbutton one of them at her neck. Really she should tunjuk much lebih if he was to say so.

'Get away.' She shrugged his hand off.

'You're that kind of woman in bed... You're waiting under the covers, the light is going off. Then, like a rabbit...' He knew it would get her all worked up and he was right.

'What? What is the matter with you?' She snapped at him.

'I know...' He wanted to say something else but she didn't let him.

'You don't know me. anda don't know anything about me. anda don't know what I do...'

'You are afraid.' He managed to add quickly before she started again.

'And Natie never complained. Stop it. There were those couple of months where I just didn't feel like it. But that was a long time lalu and I was in-between important fashion shows. Yes. And for anda to sit there with that smug expression and tell me that I have a problem. Look at you. Just some impolite and disgusting Frenchman.' He just sat there watching her with amusement and still amazement as she never stopped to take a breath. Finally he managed to say something.

'Look. What a fantastic view.' He pointed at the window with a smile. She turned around and spotted they were in the air and indeed the view was amazing. And she didn't even panicked when they took off as she was too busy arguing with this Basshole. Well at least he was useful for something with his stupid comments.

'Now if anda will excuse me, I must go do as nature intended.' He berkata after a while standing up and leaving her alone.

After he left the toilette he stood in the corner and was going to smoke when some brown haired flight attendant interrupted him.

'Sir, I'm sorry. There's no smoking on this plane.' He nodded.

'OK. Then can I have two glasses of scotch?' She handed him two and he went back to his seat.

He sat down and drunk his drink for a while feeling her eyes on him. He knew she wanted to ask him something and was going to tell her to do it already when she finally did.

'Excuse me. Can I ask anda something? It's Charles, isn't it?' God he hated when someone called him that. Only his father ever did.

'Chuck.'

'Charles.' She repeated probably to annoy him.

'Chuck.' He berkata again clutching his glass tighter.

'Chuck.' She berkata rolling her brown eyes.

'You want to ask me something atau not?' He asked when she was silent for few moments.

'No. Forget it.' He shrugged.

'I forget already.' She seemed to think about something and then making the decision asked.

'This is the thing. When we were taking off and anda berkata all that stuff, did anda mean it atau were anda trying to make me angry? I mean, do I look like that kind of person who doesn't know how to have a good time?'

'You were how old when anda Lost it?'
'It? What it?'

'You know. It. Your flower.'

'My flower? My bunga is none of your business.' She berkata with disgust. He rolled his eyes and handed her one glass.

'I ask anda because anda know, some people, they rush toward the fateful moment, their body is bursting to discover. Others, they guard it like some precious gift, and they wait and wait and wait.' He really didn't understand them but she looked like one to want candles and flowers.

'You, I suppose, rushed?'

'Well...' He berkata raising his eyebrow and opened his mouth to continue with details. She quickly put her hand on his mouth.

'No, stop now. I have a picture in my mind. It's very clear. Just how young were you?' She asked not sure why she wanted to know.

'Fourteen.' He berkata sounding proud. Well she was sure for someone so heinous like him it was something to be proud of.

'Fourteen?'

'No, anda are right. I was thirteen. Georgina. She was a putain. A prostitute. She lived just outside of my town. Just sejak a little bridge. She was not beautiful' He berkata little disgusted sejak thinking of this slut 'but she had this mouth... There was another world waiting there. But I did not have the money for the kissing, only for the... anda know.'

'I don't understand.' She berkata with furrowed brows.

'To Ciuman a prostitute, it costs more. That's how it always been.'

'Well, that makes sense. A Ciuman is so intimate. I mean anda could probably disconnect from everything else, but a kiss... Two people's lips together, their breath, a little bit of their soul.' She was speaking with dreamy expression on her face. He only stared at her so she just ended with 'All I mean is that a Ciuman is where the romance is.' She took a gulp from her glass.

'That is what I thought back then. So the seterusnya day, I mencuri the money from my brother Carter. I went back and kissed Georgina for half an hour. It was very good.' He then looked at her. 'Now you.'

'Now me what?'

‘Your turn. I tell you. Now anda tell me. I am all ears.' He berkata handing her refilled drink. She seemed nervous.

'All right, yeah. No, I didn't... I didn't rush. anda were right. But I didn't hide from it either. I wanted it to be great. I was...' He looked at her waiting for her answer. 'Seventeen. My first boyfriend. In my bedroom when my mother was away for business. He was... Ok so my first time was bad. But since then, it's been good and then I found somebody special, so it was great.' She ended with this dreamy face again. 'Can I ask anda something?' She asked unsure. He nodded interested.

'Do anda believe in love, the kind that lasts for ever?' He knew she would believe in this shit.

'I loved my mother.' He replayed. She shook her head.

'No. Everybody loves their mothers. Even people who hate their mothers, Cinta their mothers. The soalan is, one man meant for one woman. That is the question.' She really believed it? How could someone has just one chick when he could have them all? Well he certainly wasn't going to find out. And he could as well tell her this.

'But it is not an interesting question. It is the soalan of a little girl who believes in fairy tales.'

'No. It's an everyone question. It's a soalan everybody thinks they have the answer to until one day... something happens.'

'Something happened?' He asked with mocking tone. She just laughed sarcastically.

'I understand. One Cinta for anda would be like having to eat utama for the rest of your life. And anda probably like to go out to a different restaurant every chance anda get.'

He just shrugged and excused himself again. He closed the door after himself and took out his plant. Really it was brilliant idea to hide it in the small plant. No one would suspect anything. He put it on the sink and got out the kalung to check if everything is ok with it. He had to admit this whatever her name was lady had good taste. He quickly hid it again and walked out as they were leaving the plane. It was all too perfect he thought when after his return he spotted her asleep. He looked to check if no one was near and shoved his bundle in her bag.

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